i love

the piano.

wooho says the violin is like an extension of him, not a friend. he is violin. he is classical music. the violin is a part of his arm.

i was going to say the piano was like my friend, because that's how i thought of it. when nobody will listen to you, the piano will. when you're desperately afraid and alone, when you are happy and joyous, when you are angry, when you are grieving for the past, the piano will always, always be there for you.

but is it really like a friend?

i think wooho hit home somewhere. the piano is like a friend, but it is like a friend which dwells inside me. it's the part of me inside that will comfort myself. the part of me that says, "hey love, don't cry, come here. come here and let the music out." the part that allows me to really feel.

i don't care about playing a piece exactly the way beethoven, or bach, or brahms intended it. for me, the piano is very personal. simply, sometimes there is music in me that wants to come out, and through the piano, it can.

i want to keep practicing piano so that i can maintain this connection. so that it can draw me in deeper.

i love the piano, and it loves me back.


edit: (in contrast, i attempt to love the cello, and it makes screechy noises at me back. HAHA not enough skill --;)